I am but a humble traveler, blessed beyond what I could ever ask for.

On Art

I have this daydream that I am going to one day have one of those experiences that’s a cross between Owen Wilson in “Midnight in Paris” and the late Robin Williams in “What Dreams May Come.” I sometimes have a misguided picture of myself as an old soul and old heart, but then again a big part of me lives in this very moment. I do believe I have my own world and sometimes think I am the only one who understands in what plane I am living at any given instant, but that’s okay, too. And when I have encounters with art, it happens, even for so brief a time as I allow myself to get lost. I think that’s what it’s all about though isn’t it — getting lost and drawing from it what’s personally important.

The New York Botanical Garden in The Bronx once put together an exhibit where you can walk into monseaur Monet’s replicated world. They took his paintings and used plants to recreate the settings in the artwork. It was one of the best exhibitions I have been to.

A display from Monet’s Garden, Botanical Garden, Bronx, NY.

In comparison, this is the actual artwork of Monet’s Waterlilies, currently being curated at MoMA, NYC. I did not expect the artwork to occupy the whole wall.